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THE PUG FAMILY 
ENTERTAINS 

AND OTHER STORIES 






















THE PUG FAMILY 
ENTERTAINS 

and Other Stories 

BY 

FRANCES LOUISE HEROY 

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Author of 

“ Dollikin's Party ” 

and other stories 


ILLUSTRATED 




NEW YORK 

CUPPLES & LEON 


U8KAHY of JONGHESS 

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JUL 26 Iy05 


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Copyright 1905 
BY 

Cuppees & Leon, New York 












THE PUG FAMILY 
ENTERTAINS 


j^^R. PUG put on glasses and 
looked very wise; 

A letter, for him, was quite a 
surprise. 












“ J^EAR MR. PUG: I am com¬ 
ing to dine. 

Yours very truly, G. Whiskers 


Van tine.” 


OW how they must bustle and 
hustle and run, 

Or never in time would that din¬ 
ner be done. 


M IS * PUG made a pie, Mrs. 

Pug swept away 

The dust that had gathered for 
many a day. 


pUG went to the Butcher and 
bought a fine roast, 

And spoke for a Turkey and quail 
for their toast. 






















''JT'HEN away to the barber’s for 
a shave and a curl. 

Not a cent did he pay, he was in 
such a whirl. 


H IS wife and his daughter were 
dressed very fine, 

When the bell rang exactly one 
quarter to nine. 


|Y|r. WHISKERS came in, Ah 
what shall I say ? 

Of such eyes and moustachios, 
even to-day. 

Such an elegant fellow and elegant 
style 

You never could meet for many a 
mile. 



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“dear Mrs. Pug” he was 
happy to meet 

And her daughter as well so 
charming and sweet. 










^pO Dainty Miss Pug lie offered 
His arm, 

This elegant beau could but yield 
to her charm: 

For the dinner was served very 
promptly at nine 

And the story now ends as they 
go out to dine. 







HOW MR. GOBBLE WENT 
TO THE FAIR 




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HOW MR. GOBBLE WENT 
TO THE FAIR 
(AND HOW HE CAME BACK) 

^^NCE on a time Mr. Gobble so 

gay 

Decided to go to Barnegat Bay. 

He packed his valise and counted 
his money, 

But how he should go — well, 
was n’t it funny ? — 

He did not know, nor very much 
care 

So long as he safely arrived at the 
Fair. 




jl^UT then, he ’d been told, ’t was 
considered quite fly 
To ride, so he ventured a fine 
mare to buy. 

But *t was awful to mount so far 
from the ground, 

So he brought out a ladder and 
stood on the round. 

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''"jpHEN lie tried to climb up, but 
caugbt on bis toes, 

His new derby fell off, be got dust 
on bis clothes. 

He tried over again, and stepped 
on bis tail: 

Tben be stood on bis bead and 
began to look pale. 

But “do it or die” was Gobble’s 
old motto, 

“ Get on tbis old mare I will, for 
I We got to.” 











^T last he arrived on the back 
of the mare, 

He gathered the reins and clucked 
with an air. 

But the mare had decided she ’d 
not budge an inch, 

So he drove in his spurs and tight¬ 
ened the cinch. 



'jpHEN that solemn old mare 
just twisted one ear, 

And looked at her mount with a 
grin and a leer, 

Then lifted her feet in a way that 
she had 

When she did n’t feel good, but, 
rather, felt mad. 


A ft r. GOBBLE hung on, for he 
felt rather scared, 

The harder he gobbled the more 
the mare rared, 

When he heard someone say: 

“ Well, I thought I should die! 
If he wanted to go, why did n't he 
fly?!” 





TUST How the ride ended Mr. 
Gobble ne’er told, 

To tell you my guess would be 
very bold. 

But I met Him again, just a mile 
down tHe pike, 

And tHat Gobble Had bought Him 
a beautiful bike. 


y^ND the way that those drum¬ 
sticks went round on the 
pedals, 

Would bring any man a handful 
of medals. 

As past us he flew over hill and 
down dale 

His tail-feathers spread like a glori¬ 
ous sail. 












|_JIS eyes goggled out, and his 
bicycle-face 

Showed he thought he was getting 
a rather fast pace. 

But how to slow up, he ’d not 
heard the way, 

Would he have to ride until he 
grew gray ? 


r jpHEN a voice cried aloud on 
the foggy night air: 

U I think, my fine bird, you ’ll not 
get to the Fair. 

Your lamp is not lighted, I ’ll 
have to arrest you, 

And at a big dinner, I think, I 
will test you.” 


This awful policeman was good as 
his word. 

He mounted the bike, and over 
his back 

Slung the fine rider in a brown 
paper sack. 










W HEN done to a turn, lie was 
laid on a platter, 

And around him were gathered 
judge, baker and hatter. 

On poor Mr. Gobble they fell with 
a vim, 

And he gobbled no more, for they 
gobbled him. 




BOY AND JAM THE 

FAIRY 











BOY AND JAM THE FAIRY. 

/^\NCE on a time a beautiful jar 
stood on the shelf. BOY 
with big eyes was looking at it. 
Presently the cover began to rise 
very slowly. 

“Jimmy!” said BOY. “If some¬ 
thing is n’t coming out of that jar! 



Something with a yellow head and 
stick-pins in it—and—wings! Say! 
It’s a fairy, sure. See the wings 
and the wand! What ’s that on 
her throat? If it is n’t a big bug 
— looks like a beetle! Bet girls, 
now, ’ud squeal. Diamonds on its 
back. Geewhitaker! ” 


Presto! the jar disappears; the 
Fairy spreads her wings and lights 
close beside BOY. BOY looks 
down at her dainty feet. “Tooth¬ 
pick toes — the very latest, as I ’m 
alive! ” 

BOY takes off his cap and makes 
a bow. 


“BOY, do you love jam?” asks 
the Fairy. 

“You bet!” answers BOY. 

Then the Fairy stamped her 
little feet; the stick-pins flew out 
of her hair; the big diamond beetle 
jumped down and crawled on the 
floor. 

It began to grow, and grew until 
Fairy’ touched it with her wand. 


“Mogul,” she commanded, “carry 
BOY! BOY, mount the Beetle! ” 
BOY obeyed. Slowly the big bug 
waddled away. Pretty soon he be¬ 
gan to run, and then he spread out 
his big crackly wings and rose in 
the air. BOY’S heart pounded his 
ribs. The big wings crackled louder 
and louder. Mogul turned a few 
of his million eyes back on BOY. 
“Stick on,” he said. 


BOY stuck on, and kept very 
still — and — busy. With his jack¬ 
knife he very cleverly removed a 
handful of diamonds from Mogul’s 
back and slipped them in his pocket 
— “in case of need.” Soon they 
came to a big glass house — Mogul 
tapped on the window—the window 
opened, and he crawled in with 
BOY on his back. 












“Here he is,” he simply said, 
and tumbled him off. 

BOY rolled over, then sat up and 
opened his eyes. 6,356 boys stood 
around the walls, and 50 girls. 
“What a lot of boys?” 

“Yes; and you he another!” 
shrieked a wicked elf in his ear. 


BOY looked up and saw rows on 
rows of jars, labeled JAM. 

“My eyes, wbat luck!” BOY 
began to climb — thought he J d be¬ 
gin in the middle and work both 
ways. “Jiminy! would n’t he have 
enough once in his life! ” 


BOY worked off about half-a- 
dozen jars, then his cheeks got 
sticky. 

Soon he was stuck on Jam — 
then the Jam was stuck on him! 
BOY wiggled and twisted, and 
pulled and tugged, and he only 
grew stickier and madder. It did n’t 
do one bit of good. 









From away in one corner came 
a low chuckle, then another, then 
a good big guffaw—“Ha, ha! — 
Ha, ha!”—and a Bogie appeared. 
The Bogie was fat. He had to be 

— could n’t help it. Just think of 
the 6,356 boys he had laughed at! 

— for every single one of them had 
had his head in the Jam pot— 
girls, too! 










Bogie was slim when lie began 
laughing. 

“ BOY got his head into the Jam! 
Ha, ha! Good, is it! What ’ll you 
give a fellow to get you out? Ho, 
ho, ho! Licking good, is it! Boy 
once myself! Bogie-boy! Think 
I ’ll candy you — Ha, ha! — that’s 
it—preserve you—for good little 
boys to look at.” 


Then he summoned the Red 
Witch, the Ice Fairy, and the 
Chocolate Fairy. “Witch, build 
the fire—put the kettle on!” 

Witch obeyed. BOY began to 
tremble. Then the fairies and 
Bogie took hold of hands and 
walked ’round and ’round the caul¬ 
dron singing: 


Fire, fire—bum, burn, 

Fairies, Bogie—turn, turn, 

Hear the witches’ cat a-mewing, 
While the witches’ broth is brewing. 
Flim—flam—flutter, 

Bobble bubble splutter. 


Then the Bogie called : “BOY- 
with-his-head-in-the-Jam-pot, come 
here! I think you need a new 
cap.” The Ice Fairy waved her 
hand, and he began to grow chilly 
—very chilly—in fact, he wished 
for his mittens. He could scarcely 
wiggle his toes—he grew so cold. 


Then the Chocolate Fairy touched 
the tip of one ear with her slender 
brown finger, and said: “I think 
he *s about right; go ahead, Bogie.” 

Bogie reached down deep in the 
cauldron, and lifted a dripping 
ladle of the Witch’s broth, and be¬ 
gan to pour it, drop by drop, on 
his head and shoulders. 


“Ouch!” yelled BOY. “Ugh! 
(or he thought he did) I want to go 
home.” But nobody noticed, for no 
sound came from the Jam-pot. 

He tried to kick. He knocked 
his head against the Bogie’s fat 
stomach. He stretched out his cold 
























hands and they caught in the 
Witch’s hair. Then he pulled, and 
she screamed. Presto! they were 
all stuck together — Bogie, Witch 
and BOY. The Chocolate Fairy 
and the Ice Fairy just laughed— 
they could n’t help it. 


Suddenly BOY pushed one hand 
into his pocket for his jack-knife. 
He felt something sharp and smooth 
instead. “Great Scott! what luck! 
One of the Mogul’s diamonds.” 
He rubbed it between his thumb 
and finger. 


A beautiful green and yellow 
light began to glow and shine all 
over BOY. The Jam-pot slipped 
off his head, and there stood his 
own beautiful Jam Fairy, stamping 
her little feet at that wicked Bogie. 
“She was just as mad as she could 
be,” BOY related afterward. 


What business had he to set 
himself up in that way because a 
fellow liked jam; and, worse than 
that, 6,356 other fellows and a few 
girls. My! you should have seen 
that Bogie, when dear little Fairy 
set eyes on him! 


“‘What ails you?' she cried. 
‘JAM all over your face—JAM all 
over your waistcoat—JAM all over 
your hands— You , You, I say! a 
big—fat, comfortable Bogie, lick¬ 
ing Jam like a little five-year-old 
—Go!’” 


“My! did n’t lie march, though? 
-—without even a word for himself. 
He simply vamosed—made himself 
scarce—sloped!” 


Every one of those boys that 
the Bogie had stood up around 
the walls, done up in chocolate or 
otherwise preserved or pickled, 
were let loose and told to go home. 
The Red Witch flipped her skirts 
through the back-door just as the 
last one went out. 








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Then the dear Jam Fairy turned 
to BOY and said: BOY, Jam is 
good! Go home. There ’s another 
pot on the top shelf. Good-bye!” 


















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